WTF

The sound of you
the smell of you
the touch of you
the mere thought of you...

I hear you still

the thoughts you make me think
the way you make me feel
how you make see
how much I hate myself

as I loose my free will

merely a night-
what is right?
who's got the light?
my soul is a blight

please don't hate

me, for my thoughts
of emotions that come to naught
flesh melded and wrought
mixed and tumbled like my thoughts...

a caring thrall

freak...
far too meek...
wishing for a peek...
what do we all seek...

maybe it is just fate...
why not wait

and so say good night.